Enjoy The game should be fun, it's back to basics but hopefully there will be some great play and lots of lulz. And werewolves Though most of you know the rules, and this is a small game, I'll post the simple rules from 3rd Wheel's previous game.

Rules:

Simpler, abridged rules:

1. Stick to your assigned role, and read it carefully. If you have questions regarding your role send the game moderator a PM.

2. You may not quote PM's in the game thread. This includes manufacturing fake PM's.

3. Communication between players is limited to the game thread and during the day only. Your PM with your role information will inform you if you can talk to another player via PM. If you are unsure of what the day is please PM the game moderator.

4. Editing or deleting your posts is strictly prohibited.

5. Please bold your votes.
Example:Official Vote: Conor
Unvote: Conor

6. Once a character is lynched, night begins. Posting in the game thread at night is strictly prohibited. Posting includes, but is not limited to, thoughts on the lynch, bumping, omg!!! etc. This rule will be strictly enforced. If you post during the night there will be penalties. No exceptions

7. Players with night roles are encouraged to send the moderator PM's ASAP. If they do not receive your PM in a timely manner, expect your power for that night forfeited. There will be a warning when the time is taking too long.

8. Do not post after you are dead unless told otherwise.

9. The moderator is the only one to make official vote counts.

10. Please post. If something comes up where you will not be able to post please let the game moderator know.

One last thing, you can play in character if you want Up to yourselves.

Game on.

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Somewhere between the world's of the afterlife lies Purgatory. It is often thought that this is preparation for the true afterlife, but all that is known for the fourteen souls residing there currently, is that they were stuck. For some reason, they couldn't progress through to heaven, or for some of them, hell. Some had been there for only a few days, and others for years. It was a mystery as to how or why they were stuck there, but by this stage fourteen brave members, from all walks of life, ventured off in search of a salvation. After days of travelling vast and endless plains, they decided to set up camp.

One of the members of the group was the Resident Troll. He didn't have many opinions, and mostly kept himself to himself, but was always interested in a harmless bit of trolling. After the second sun set, the camp decided to stop telling ghost stories or masturbating in their tents and finally get some well earned rest, in preparation for the long journey ahead of them. Resident Troll was the first asleep.

The next morning, the camp were making breakfast when they noticed someone was missing. After taking a head count, they realised it was the Resident Troll. When approaching his tent, everyone was visibly shocked by what they saw; Blood splattered over the canvas, on the floor, and over his iconic smile. Resident Troll was dead. His head had been torn straight off, and his body shredded. There's only beast that would kill in such a grotesque way. This was the work of a werewolf.

Conor was Resident Troll, Town Aligned

After everyone screaming and running around like idiots, some order was restored as they sat around the fire, the focal point of the camp. Something had to be done. They had to work out who the werewolf or werewolves were, or none of them would escape Purgatory and reach their loved ones. This was war.